Quotes About Time

je prenais tout au sérieux, comme si j'avais été immortel.

This instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.

In the distance. Above my head; above my head; and this instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.

I'm going to leave, I'm going to take my train. But behind the existence which falls from one present to the other, without a past, without a future, behind these sounds which decompose from day to day, peel off and slip towards death, the melody stays the same, young and firm, like a pitiless witness.

For the moment they wanted to live with the least expenditure, economize words, gestures, thoughts, float: they had only one day in which to smooth out their wrinkles, their crow's feet, the bitter lines made by a hard week's work. One day only.

Mais comme mes regards tombaient sur le bloc de feuilles blanches, je fus saisi par son aspect et je restai, la plume en l'air, à contempler ce papier éblouissant : comme il était dur et voyant, comme il était présent. Il n'y avait rien en lui que du présent. Les lettres que je venais d'y tracer n'étaient pas encore sèches et déjà elles ne m'appartenaient plus.

C'est ça le temps, le temps tout nu, ça vient lentement à l'existence, ça se fait attendre et quand ça vient, on est écoeuré parce qu'on s'aperçoit que c'était déjà là depuis longtemps.

Le vieillard: Maintenant... vous voyez aussi les morts. Pierre: Comment les distingue-t-on des vivants? Le vieillard: C'est bien simple: les vivants, eux, sonts toujours pressés.

One always dies too soon — or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

But an adventure never returns nor is prolonged.

they think about Tomorrow, that is to say, simply, a new today;

This is time, time laid bare, coming slowly into existence, keeping us waiting, and when it does come making us sick because we realise it's been there for a long time.

You see a woman, you think that one day she'll be old, only you don't see her grow old. But there are moments when you think you see her grow old and feel yourself growing old with her: this is the feeling of adventure.

I have never before had such a strong feeling that I was devoid of secret dimensions, confined within the limits of my body, from which airy thoughts float up like bubbles. I build memories with my present self. I am cast out, forsaken in the present: I vainly try to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

This feeling of adventure definitely does not come from events: I have proved it. It's rather the way in which the moments are linked together. I think this is what happens: you suddenly feel that time is passing, that each instant leads to another, this one to another one, and so on; that each instant is annihilated, and that it isn't worth while to hold it back, etc., etc. (. . .) If I remember correctly, they call that the irreversibility of time.

J'ai voulu que les moments de ma vie se suivent et s'ordonnent comme ceux d'une vie qu'on se rappelle. Autant vaudrait tenter d'attraper le temps par la queue.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered.

AÄŸac?n çevresinde depreÅŸip duran bütün bu var olanlar, hiçbir yerden gelmiyor ve hiçbir yere gitmiyorlard?. Birden var oluyorlar ve sonra birden varoluÅŸtan kesiliyorlard?: VaroluÅŸ bellekten yoksundur, kaybolmuÅŸlarla ilgili tek bir an?s? bile yoktur. Her yanda varoluÅŸ, bitimsiz, fazladan, her yerde ve her zaman varoluÅŸ; ancak yine varoluÅŸla s?n?rlanan varoluÅŸ!

Hayat?m?n anlar?n?n, hat?rlanan bir hayat?n anlar? gibi birbirini izlemesini istemiÅŸtim. Zaman? kuyruÄŸundan yakalamaya kalk??man?n böyle bir önemi olabilirdi.

The letters I had inscribed on it were not even dry yet and already they belonged to the past.

Veo el porvenir. Está allí, en la calle, apenas más pálido que el presente. ¿Qué necesidad tiene de realizarse?¿Qué ganará con ello?

Il ne s'agit pas de choisit son époque, mais de se choisir en elle.

All was fullness and all was active, there was no weakness in time, all, even the least perceptible stirring, was made of existence. And all these existents which bustled about this tree came from nowhere and were going nowhere.